So, it's been a while. How you doin'? I've been seriously busy with stuff like LIFE, but I had to post again to say:
What's with all the hateration on the wedding?!! People say, "Who cares?" and I say the same, but in this way, "WHO CARES that it's on all the time?" Get over it, people! Literally, I haven't seen as much coverage as everyone is complaining about. The a spectacle of royal marriage in England has been going on for hundreds of years. It's just worse now, because DUH, there was no internet even when Diana got married. So, who cares??? Deal with it! Don't hate the players; hate the game.
Being my normal contrary self, if it's "cool" to hate on the wedding, then I'm watching. But for once, I would have anyway. So there!
And it's not even because I'm a romantic or want to cry over the wedding or anything silly like that, because that's not my style. It's just a nice, positive event between two famous, historically relevant (to some) public figures. What a pleasant switch!
I think I can honestly say that I have personally seen enough kamikazes flying planes into skyscrapers; folks getting macheted in the head after being set on fire; loss of limb from landmines; decapitations; mass graves; tsunamis and earthquakes destroying entire towns and drowning thousands of people; tornados destroying homes and killing folks; children growing up with major mutations due to nuclear power plants melting down; soldiers getting their heads shot half off; people living and starving in the streets after their homes are destroyed by earthquakes; college and high school students/teachers getting gunned by some wack job whose panties are in a bunch because some girl won't go on a date with him or, worse, his parents didn't buy him the Ferrari for his birthday instead of the Mercedes; starlets showing their bare hoo-ha's getting out of limosines and shaving their heads in beauty salons; celebrities going on national tours so we can ALL pay to watch their mental illness up close and in living color; women getting raped and/or murdered as casualties of war or for sport; and toddlers getting killed by their mom or dad to last ten lifetimes. So, pardon me if I'm going to get up a little early in the morning to see something positive and happy before I have to deal with incompetence on the Metro, BS between the two major parties in this country (with a side of extra crazy sauce - i.e. birthers, racists), and getting beat down by The Man while struggling to get the 10 cents that I need to hand over to the landlord in three days. Capisce?
See you at 5:30 am EST!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Friday, July 31, 2009
New Favorite Blog
A blogger after my own heart. SIGH!
http://unsuckdcmetro.blogspot.com/
These are my people. [Me sobbing gently into my hands]
http://unsuckdcmetro.blogspot.com/
These are my people. [Me sobbing gently into my hands]
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Obsurdity
Somehow managing to post twice in one day, less than one hour after the last post. What set me off? A brief blurb on how a Democrat is "miffed" about the choice of beer for the meeting between Obama, the Cambridge officer and Harvard professor Gates.
Apparently, Bud isn't enough, and they should have gone for Sam Adams.
My question is this: What the fuck are you bitching about NOW?? I have had my fill of this country's bitching about stupid shit, that I can't even take it. I'm sure that other countries have equally stupid debates about equally stupid things, but I'm really spent. SPENT, I tell you.
It's enough to put me off the news. There are so many more meaningful and interesting and IMPORTANT things to talk about, but yet some folks want to weigh in on the president's choice of beer for a sit down meeting. WHO CARES??! WHOOOOOOOO CARRRRRRRRRRRES!!!!!???!!! (that was me running down the street screaming)
I think I'm definitely off the news. Unless something REALLY important happens, I'm not tuning in.
Apparently, Bud isn't enough, and they should have gone for Sam Adams.
My question is this: What the fuck are you bitching about NOW?? I have had my fill of this country's bitching about stupid shit, that I can't even take it. I'm sure that other countries have equally stupid debates about equally stupid things, but I'm really spent. SPENT, I tell you.
It's enough to put me off the news. There are so many more meaningful and interesting and IMPORTANT things to talk about, but yet some folks want to weigh in on the president's choice of beer for a sit down meeting. WHO CARES??! WHOOOOOOOO CARRRRRRRRRRRES!!!!!???!!! (that was me running down the street screaming)
I think I'm definitely off the news. Unless something REALLY important happens, I'm not tuning in.
If I Were a Lesbian
Here are the five (celebrity) women that I would try to get with, if I were a lesbian (in no particular order):
Kate Walsh
Lena Headey (in fact, loved her in "300", then saw "Imagine Me & You" and was disappointed upon follow-up that she was actually straight. Like as disappointed as I was when I found out as a teenager than Shaun Cassidy was getting married.
Erin Daniels
Paula Patton
Maggie Gyllenhaal
Actually, if I were a lesbian trying to get with these women, they would actually have be lesbians, too, right? Oh well...
OK, I amend my post. If I were a celebrity, those are the five women I would try to hang out with.
I started wearing my contacts again because I saw some older photos of myself looking better than I thought I did, and realized that I look like a constipated church organist these days. (Seriously, I saw a picture of myself playing piano in a church, and that's what I looked like) So I ditched the glasses and started wearing my hair out. Now my contacts are fused to my eyeball so badly that everything is blurry. Will venture out during lunch to get eye drops.
End of July in DC Metro area, and my eyes are dry. My hair frizzed out due to the acute humidity, but my eyes are dry.
Kate Walsh
Lena Headey (in fact, loved her in "300", then saw "Imagine Me & You" and was disappointed upon follow-up that she was actually straight. Like as disappointed as I was when I found out as a teenager than Shaun Cassidy was getting married.
Erin Daniels
Paula Patton
Maggie Gyllenhaal
Actually, if I were a lesbian trying to get with these women, they would actually have be lesbians, too, right? Oh well...
OK, I amend my post. If I were a celebrity, those are the five women I would try to hang out with.
I started wearing my contacts again because I saw some older photos of myself looking better than I thought I did, and realized that I look like a constipated church organist these days. (Seriously, I saw a picture of myself playing piano in a church, and that's what I looked like) So I ditched the glasses and started wearing my hair out. Now my contacts are fused to my eyeball so badly that everything is blurry. Will venture out during lunch to get eye drops.
End of July in DC Metro area, and my eyes are dry. My hair frizzed out due to the acute humidity, but my eyes are dry.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Mid-life Crisis
Wow - it's here. It's queer--oh wait. Wrong topic.
Yeah, I've hit my mid-life crisis, and I am thoroughly depressed. It's been a long time coming, but several things have recently brought it to a head.
(1) I have finally reached the point where there are movie/television stars, musicians, and other celebrities who I have no idea who the fuck they are and don't interest me in the least and don't affect my life one way or the other. Anyone who is on The Hills, 90210, any reality shows or any new movie where new "young things"star fall into this category. Lady Gaga falls into this category. So does anyone who's out who sings and whines (David Cook, Lifehouse, Rob Thomas, The Script, Safety Suit, Nickelback, Parachute, Peter Yorn, Kings of Leon--get the picture?). I happen to know who these fools are because I unfortunately watch VH1 in the mornings to "keep up with the current music." People, don't make me turn to MTV in the mornings for the other annoyances (Flo-rida, Lil Wayne, etc.). Can anyone scream GENERATION GAP?!
(2) I liked Jay Leno. I love Conan O'Brien. I just don't think Jimmy Fallon is that funny. For the most part, I don't think SNL is that funny, either, although there are a few folks in the current cast that stand out. A FEW.
(3) After years and years of delusions of grandeur, I've finally discovered that I'm pretty much average. OK, maybe slightly above average, but if average is say, 50%, then I'm about 60% or even 58%. On the average scale, it's not that much of a difference from the average Joe.
How did I come to this conclusion? I started reading Malcolm Gladwell's "Outliers." As I suspected, my quest for musical fame and glory has and always been pitiful and a huge waste of time. I was doomed before I even started. Reading "Lies My Teacher Told Me" and anything by Howard Zinn emphasizes that point.
The breaks that could have come my way never have, and apparently, in the most important years of my musical development, I did not hit the required amount of practice hours that I should have. I don't have the energy to explain--read the book for yourself. Or, if you'd rather live in a state of denial, DON'T read the book. Trust me. You don't want to go there.
On one hand, it totally frees me. I'm not going to become president (ha ha, inside joke), I'm not going to become the next female Van Cliburn (though I ruled that out about twenty years ago), and in fact, the chances that I'm going to become a full time pianist is pretty slim considering I haven't seriously practiced in about 8 years.
I had taken lessons, but have literally blown off my fabulous Russian piano teacher because in the past three weeks I haven't practiced ONCE.
Classes? Yeah, I took two classes this summer, but did two assignments, and I'm pretty sure class is over at this point. FAIL!
I just can not work full time and do all that is required to succeed in college. At 42. Or have ever, as history will show. All of my energy is spent doing these things: getting up about three hours earlier in the morning than my body is set up for, commuting for an hour on arguably the worst public transportation system in the country, and having my soul sucked at a job that (although 150% a better situation than my last job) I only tolerate having. By the time 1 pm comes around, I'm done. Fried. So whatever energy is left over is used up in the next 5 hours of work and then a horrifying Metro commute home.
Then I come home to the fiancee, who is, seriously, a wonderful person, but unemployed, which stresses me to another level. So now I'm surviving on the dregs of my reserves. And you want me to practice piano??! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! And study and read history??!!! Eat me! I sit at home and stare at the television because it does not require me to think any more than I have to. Sometimes I find a stimulating show, but more often than not, I rely on ten year old sitcoms.
I know. You're saying, "Nice pity party you're throwing." We all have our crosses to bear. Let's see what I can do to get out of this mess.
Yeah, I've hit my mid-life crisis, and I am thoroughly depressed. It's been a long time coming, but several things have recently brought it to a head.
(1) I have finally reached the point where there are movie/television stars, musicians, and other celebrities who I have no idea who the fuck they are and don't interest me in the least and don't affect my life one way or the other. Anyone who is on The Hills, 90210, any reality shows or any new movie where new "young things"star fall into this category. Lady Gaga falls into this category. So does anyone who's out who sings and whines (David Cook, Lifehouse, Rob Thomas, The Script, Safety Suit, Nickelback, Parachute, Peter Yorn, Kings of Leon--get the picture?). I happen to know who these fools are because I unfortunately watch VH1 in the mornings to "keep up with the current music." People, don't make me turn to MTV in the mornings for the other annoyances (Flo-rida, Lil Wayne, etc.). Can anyone scream GENERATION GAP?!
(2) I liked Jay Leno. I love Conan O'Brien. I just don't think Jimmy Fallon is that funny. For the most part, I don't think SNL is that funny, either, although there are a few folks in the current cast that stand out. A FEW.
(3) After years and years of delusions of grandeur, I've finally discovered that I'm pretty much average. OK, maybe slightly above average, but if average is say, 50%, then I'm about 60% or even 58%. On the average scale, it's not that much of a difference from the average Joe.
How did I come to this conclusion? I started reading Malcolm Gladwell's "Outliers." As I suspected, my quest for musical fame and glory has and always been pitiful and a huge waste of time. I was doomed before I even started. Reading "Lies My Teacher Told Me" and anything by Howard Zinn emphasizes that point.
The breaks that could have come my way never have, and apparently, in the most important years of my musical development, I did not hit the required amount of practice hours that I should have. I don't have the energy to explain--read the book for yourself. Or, if you'd rather live in a state of denial, DON'T read the book. Trust me. You don't want to go there.
On one hand, it totally frees me. I'm not going to become president (ha ha, inside joke), I'm not going to become the next female Van Cliburn (though I ruled that out about twenty years ago), and in fact, the chances that I'm going to become a full time pianist is pretty slim considering I haven't seriously practiced in about 8 years.
I had taken lessons, but have literally blown off my fabulous Russian piano teacher because in the past three weeks I haven't practiced ONCE.
Classes? Yeah, I took two classes this summer, but did two assignments, and I'm pretty sure class is over at this point. FAIL!
I just can not work full time and do all that is required to succeed in college. At 42. Or have ever, as history will show. All of my energy is spent doing these things: getting up about three hours earlier in the morning than my body is set up for, commuting for an hour on arguably the worst public transportation system in the country, and having my soul sucked at a job that (although 150% a better situation than my last job) I only tolerate having. By the time 1 pm comes around, I'm done. Fried. So whatever energy is left over is used up in the next 5 hours of work and then a horrifying Metro commute home.
Then I come home to the fiancee, who is, seriously, a wonderful person, but unemployed, which stresses me to another level. So now I'm surviving on the dregs of my reserves. And you want me to practice piano??! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! And study and read history??!!! Eat me! I sit at home and stare at the television because it does not require me to think any more than I have to. Sometimes I find a stimulating show, but more often than not, I rely on ten year old sitcoms.
I know. You're saying, "Nice pity party you're throwing." We all have our crosses to bear. Let's see what I can do to get out of this mess.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Zip It
This is an annoying (and RUDE) trend that I'm noticing more and more frequently. When I go to buy whatever it is I'm about to buy, I really don't need people editorializing my choice. Is it the look on my face that prompts these ramblings? Or better stated: Do I look like I care? I'm pretty sure that I don't.
Case #1 - went to Au Bon Pain a few months ago, decided to get something to drink. As I was mulling it over, a passing woman said, "I wouldn't drink any of that stuff. It all has high fructose corn syrup in it. You're better off drinking water." I chatted with her for a moment--only because that was what was taking me so long to decide ON MY OWN WITHOUT ANY ADDITIONAL OUTSIDE HELP, and she added something like, "Sorry that I butted in with my opinion." At least she was self-aware.
Case #2 - went to CVS the other week and picked up some of that watery substance that Naomi Campbell peddles (I actually happen to like it) and the guy behind the counter says, "Doesn't anyone just buy real water anymore?" I said, "what?" three times as if I didn't hear him, and he changed the subject. Wisely.
Case #3 - went to pick up the book club book today that I had reserved at Borders (Happy For No Reason: 7 Steps to Being Happy from the Inside Out" by Marici Shimoff). I was thinking to myself that I didn't feel like really buying another self-help book to add to the gazillions that I've already read and am currently working on. Most recent books were "Why Your Life Sucks" and "The Artist's Way" (which I loved). I felt like I had already fulfilled that need, but to keep up with "class" I'd read it anyway.
The woman behind the counter fetches my book for me, sees the title, gives a knowing smile, and says, "Oh, all you have to do is be happy with yourself. And your relationship with God. I used to read a lot of books to make myself feel better." I said, "It's for book club." (as if I had to explain my choice to some stranger) Of course, she didn't hear me, because she and God were talking to me, I guess, and made a few more comments in the same vein. Then looked at me with pity as I took my bag and left. Basically, I was wondering if I should beat her to death with the book as I took my bag and left.
Naturally, I thought of a great comeback ten minutes later: "Maybe you should write a book." Or: "Next time I'll order the book online. No opinions that way." Or, I could have just said it how I was really feeling, looked over at the counter person next to her and said, "Excuse me, but could you tell your co-worker to keep her fucking opinions to herself. She'll sell more books that way."
Note to The People: STOP TALKING TO ME (number one), and KEEP YOUR BRAINDEAD OPINIONS TO YOURSELF (number two)! Stick to comments about the weather.
Reminds me of an episode of "Wings" (I know. I'm a dork.) The cab driver, Antonio, was training someone to be a cab driver. The trainee insisted on giving his opinions about politics and other current events to those who got into his cab. Antonio, at wit's end, insisted that he keep the topic of conversation to the weather and to sports. Wise man.
I have gotten into discussions with cab drivers about race (mistake), politics (mistake), current events (mistake). This is why I don't talk to people who are doing a service for me, generally. Call me an elitist if you want, but you seriously eliminate a lot of arguments that way.
New idea: business cards that say "Keep your fucking opinion to yourself. Thank you." Hmmmmm...
Case #1 - went to Au Bon Pain a few months ago, decided to get something to drink. As I was mulling it over, a passing woman said, "I wouldn't drink any of that stuff. It all has high fructose corn syrup in it. You're better off drinking water." I chatted with her for a moment--only because that was what was taking me so long to decide ON MY OWN WITHOUT ANY ADDITIONAL OUTSIDE HELP, and she added something like, "Sorry that I butted in with my opinion." At least she was self-aware.
Case #2 - went to CVS the other week and picked up some of that watery substance that Naomi Campbell peddles (I actually happen to like it) and the guy behind the counter says, "Doesn't anyone just buy real water anymore?" I said, "what?" three times as if I didn't hear him, and he changed the subject. Wisely.
Case #3 - went to pick up the book club book today that I had reserved at Borders (Happy For No Reason: 7 Steps to Being Happy from the Inside Out" by Marici Shimoff). I was thinking to myself that I didn't feel like really buying another self-help book to add to the gazillions that I've already read and am currently working on. Most recent books were "Why Your Life Sucks" and "The Artist's Way" (which I loved). I felt like I had already fulfilled that need, but to keep up with "class" I'd read it anyway.
The woman behind the counter fetches my book for me, sees the title, gives a knowing smile, and says, "Oh, all you have to do is be happy with yourself. And your relationship with God. I used to read a lot of books to make myself feel better." I said, "It's for book club." (as if I had to explain my choice to some stranger) Of course, she didn't hear me, because she and God were talking to me, I guess, and made a few more comments in the same vein. Then looked at me with pity as I took my bag and left. Basically, I was wondering if I should beat her to death with the book as I took my bag and left.
Naturally, I thought of a great comeback ten minutes later: "Maybe you should write a book." Or: "Next time I'll order the book online. No opinions that way." Or, I could have just said it how I was really feeling, looked over at the counter person next to her and said, "Excuse me, but could you tell your co-worker to keep her fucking opinions to herself. She'll sell more books that way."
Note to The People: STOP TALKING TO ME (number one), and KEEP YOUR BRAINDEAD OPINIONS TO YOURSELF (number two)! Stick to comments about the weather.
Reminds me of an episode of "Wings" (I know. I'm a dork.) The cab driver, Antonio, was training someone to be a cab driver. The trainee insisted on giving his opinions about politics and other current events to those who got into his cab. Antonio, at wit's end, insisted that he keep the topic of conversation to the weather and to sports. Wise man.
I have gotten into discussions with cab drivers about race (mistake), politics (mistake), current events (mistake). This is why I don't talk to people who are doing a service for me, generally. Call me an elitist if you want, but you seriously eliminate a lot of arguments that way.
New idea: business cards that say "Keep your fucking opinion to yourself. Thank you." Hmmmmm...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Update
Not much going on with me these days--and not much to rant about. Obama won. I have a new job (that I voluntarily looked for--wasn't required to find due to layoffs). I don't even have much to say about Metro that I haven't already said. Back to school (online), and have signed the lease for year 3 of my apartment. The noisy neighbor upstairs actually got married and now is less noisy. I bought a white noise machine. I started decorating the apartment.
So things aren't too bad at present.
I was looking back at my old posts and chuckled. Some of the things I've said were clearly stream of consciousness.
One of the big things that I'm happy about is the fact that I have a new job. I loved the folks I worked with at my old job, but the administration was straight up crazy. They basically treated the support staff as if they were aware that they had nowhere to go. "We know how bad the economy is--no one is hiring. Now you just have to deal with our BS. Mwaah ha ha haaaa!!!"
I could see them sitting in administration meetings, rubbing their hands and twirling their mustaches. "We'll take away all the perks and make it even MORE miserable!"
I would say about two weeks went by at the new SMALL firm before I realized that I wasn't being constantly eyeballed the second I came in the door. I could go downstairs and get coffee if I felt like it--without a record of me using the elevator being made. That no one here was crazy. Nice! My work load is 95% more than it was before--there is not a day that goes by that I'm trying to find something to do--but that is rather reassuring.
Things are still swirling for those I've left behind, and although it's fascinating to hear about (especially since it doesn't affect me AT ALL), I feel bad for the support staff. They all knew that I was escaping the looney bin. I was afraid I'd fall from the frying pan into the fire, but that didn't happen (SO FAR). But I did realize one thing: I don't want to be a secretary anymore! LOL
Now that the smoke has cleared, I know that I'm just not cut out to be a secretary for the rest of my life. And so, decisions have been made and plans put into process. Maybe two more years of this, but it's unlikely.
So things aren't too bad at present.
I was looking back at my old posts and chuckled. Some of the things I've said were clearly stream of consciousness.
One of the big things that I'm happy about is the fact that I have a new job. I loved the folks I worked with at my old job, but the administration was straight up crazy. They basically treated the support staff as if they were aware that they had nowhere to go. "We know how bad the economy is--no one is hiring. Now you just have to deal with our BS. Mwaah ha ha haaaa!!!"
I could see them sitting in administration meetings, rubbing their hands and twirling their mustaches. "We'll take away all the perks and make it even MORE miserable!"
I would say about two weeks went by at the new SMALL firm before I realized that I wasn't being constantly eyeballed the second I came in the door. I could go downstairs and get coffee if I felt like it--without a record of me using the elevator being made. That no one here was crazy. Nice! My work load is 95% more than it was before--there is not a day that goes by that I'm trying to find something to do--but that is rather reassuring.
Things are still swirling for those I've left behind, and although it's fascinating to hear about (especially since it doesn't affect me AT ALL), I feel bad for the support staff. They all knew that I was escaping the looney bin. I was afraid I'd fall from the frying pan into the fire, but that didn't happen (SO FAR). But I did realize one thing: I don't want to be a secretary anymore! LOL
Now that the smoke has cleared, I know that I'm just not cut out to be a secretary for the rest of my life. And so, decisions have been made and plans put into process. Maybe two more years of this, but it's unlikely.
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